The passenger plane flew across the sky of the Imperial Capital and slowly landed at the international airport.

At this time, in the waiting hall, all the senior officials of Baicaotang gathered here.

Someone was whispering to each other.

"I heard that the master brought someone with him this time. Do you know?"

"I've heard about it a long time ago. His name is Luo Feng, and he is the master's junior brother."

"This is incredible. He comes from the same school. This kid Luo Feng must be unique in his medical skills, right?"

"Who knows."

"Stop talking, come on, come on."

The crowd all raised their heads and looked up. At the entrance, Luo Feng followed Murong Xiaoxiao out.

"Xiao Feng, please come home with me in a moment. I will take you to meet my parents."

"Ah, I have to go see my uncle," Luo Feng's mind quickly pictured Murong Feicheng, a muscular man with a beard and a laugh that sounded like thunder.

Murong Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed so hard.

She knew that Luo Feng had been afraid of his father since he was a child.

This has to start from when Luo Feng was seven years old.

At that time, the senior sisters and brothers were practicing in the mountains, and Murong Feicheng, thinking about his daughter, trudged across mountains and rivers to come here.

I had a drink with the old madman that day, and the sky was dark, so I asked Murong Feicheng to sleep with Luo Feng.

The rich and powerful Murong Feicheng was sleeping, and he went crazy because of drunkenness. He screamed like thunder in the middle of the night.

Luo Feng could still bear it, but to his death, he punched and kicked him in the air later, and the poor Luo Feng was implicated.

Murong Feicheng always used tricks in his attacks, such as the black tiger tearing out the heart and splitting the muscles and bones. If Luo Feng hadn't let go of the girl and ran as fast as he could, he would probably have revealed it when he was seven years old.

After that, every time the young Luo Feng saw Murong Feicheng, the hairs on his body stood up.

"What are you afraid of? My father won't kill you. He knew you were coming. He went to the vegetable market with my mother early this morning to buy vegetables. He said he wanted to help you."

Luo Feng wanted to cry but had no choice but to bite the bullet.

…

In the courtyard, the aroma of vegetables and fireworks wafted up.

The tone here is completely different from the fast-paced, high-rise buildings of the imperial capital, and is full of rural atmosphere.

At this time, Murong Feicheng was in the kitchen, a rough man with a height of 1.9 meters, wearing an unflattering pink apron, holding a big pot in one hand and a shovel in the other, skillfully holding his specialty dish.

“Kung Pao Chicken.”

In the hall, Murong Feicheng's wife, Qi Yunlan, was standing at the door and said excitedly, "Old man, hurry up, hurry up, I'm bringing Xiao Feng back."

"Oh, it's so fast," Murong Feicheng brought the Kung Pao chicken to the table.

A number of top-notch luxury cars suddenly appeared outside the door, and then Murong Xiaoxiao's voice rang out.

"Old man, Mom, what delicious food did you cook today? I can smell it from afar."

Murong Feicheng walked out quickly and spread his hands, "My dear daughter, quickly, let dad see if you have lost weight. Dad hasn't seen you for a long time."

As a result, Murong Xiaoxiao ignored Murong Feicheng's enthusiasm and quickly ran to the table, reached out to grab the Kung Pao chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.

Suddenly, Murong Feicheng's face was covered with black lines, and he was secretly sad. The tall northern man, who was 1.9 meters tall, squatted in the corner and shut himself up.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yunlan, who was still plump, couldn't stop laughing.

"By the way, I almost forgot," Murong Xiaoxiao quickly left the door, "Xiao Feng, where have you been hiding?"

Only then did Murong and his wife remember today's distinguished guests.

"Hahaha, here it is," Luo Feng, who was 1.8 meters tall at the door, swallowed.

Seeing Murong Feicheng, who is 1.9 meters tall and looks like a black bear, Luo Feng secretly said, "Good guy, has Uncle Feicheng gained muscle? After this punch, I won't be admitted to the intensive care unit."

"You brat, what are you doing standing there, are you afraid that I will eat you?" Seeing Luo Feng, Murong Feicheng stepped on the floor and walked over quickly.

Luo Feng was afraid and instinctively took a step back. He quickly took out the Erguotou he had brought and blocked it in front of him. He said with a smile, "Uncle Fei Cheng, I'm not... not afraid. I'm looking for wine. The wine just disappeared."

Already."

"Really?" Murong Feicheng looked Luo Feng up and down, pinched Luo Feng's shoulder, and Luo Feng gasped in pain.

"Damn it, with such strong hands, is this a body cultivator?" Luo Feng's whole body trembled.

"Yes, yes, these bones in your body should be able to withstand beatings. I haven't seen you in a few years. You have grown so tall. How tall are you?"

Luo Feng said quickly, "She should be more than 1.8 meters tall."

"Good, good, good, try to grow to 1.9 meters, just like Uncle Fei Cheng."

"Okay, okay, if you talk too much, you'll scare this kid Xiaofeng. If you scare the old madman out of his precious baby, he won't come to you to settle the score."

Qi Yunlan ran over helplessly and pulled Luo Feng into the house.

At the dinner table, Luo Feng asked Murong Feicheng, "Uncle Feicheng, the master said that I should come here to find someone to teach me physical training, can't it be you?"

"Me?" Murong Feicheng laughed like thunder, "I am a third-level martial artist and I want to teach you. Can your master let me teach you?"

There are eight levels of physical training. The higher the level, the stronger the strength.

Although there are not many martial arts practitioners in the imperial capital, there are still a lot of them.

It is possible to reach the second level but only a handful of them, and the third level is even rarer.

Therefore, it can be seen that the threshold for physical cultivation warriors is not that you can just enter if you want to.

"Then who will teach me?"

As soon as Luo Feng finished speaking, a cold female voice came from the door.

"Uncle Feicheng, grandpa asked me to come over to pick him up. Is he here?"

"Hey, look, Cao Cao is here just as he said," Murong Feicheng stood up to greet him.

Luo Feng looked around and saw a woman at the door who was similar in age to Luo Feng, with an oval face and a pair of clear beautiful eyes, looking at Luo Feng, giving people the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

"Girl Xixi, this is the person your grandfather wants to meet," Murong Feicheng generously introduced Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stood up. He originally wanted to look more relaxed, but after feeling the woman's cold and cold mood, the smile on his face became somewhat stiff.

"Xixi, sit down and have something to eat first. Don't rush." ​​Qi Yunlan went to get the bowls and chopsticks.

But the woman had no expression on her face and said, "No, Aunt Yunlan, my grandpa is waiting for him at home."

"Follow me," the woman glanced at Luo Feng, turned around and walked out.

"This young lady doesn't seem to like me very much," Luo Feng said with a bitter smile.

"Just get used to it, kid. This girl's personality has been like this since she was a child. This has nothing to do with her life experience..."

"If you don't know how to speak, don't speak." Seeing Murong Feicheng's nonsense, the thoughtful Qi Yunlan quickly interrupted.

Murong Feicheng patted his mouth, "It's me who talks too much, it's me who talks too much."

"Xiao Feng, go ahead. This old man is a leader in the physical training world. With him teaching you, you can get twice the result with half the effort," Murong Xiaoxiao said with respect on her face.

Luo Feng nodded and quickly chased out. From a distance, he saw the woman sitting in the driver's seat.

Seeing that he was ignored, Luo Feng was embarrassed and wanted to get into the passenger seat, but the woman said, "Sit in the back."
Chapter completed!